Bill's Sports Binge: A fan's right to bitch, Emmitt Smith rights a glitch and Olbermann gets ditched

Posted by Bill Freitas on Mon, Aug 9, 2010 at 2:44 PM

These guys like to party

When the Rays are on a hot streak, people tell us not to get too excited. It's a long season. When they're on a losing streak, those same condescending folks tell us not to get too upset. It's a long season. Well, I'm done being told how to feel. What's the point of a 162 game marathon if you're not allowed to be proud and pissed within a few days of each other?

Skipper Joe Maddon made a reference to the bats on this club as being a little "schizophrenic" lately. Well, pardon us for acting in kind, baseball snobs. If the goal is to remain stoic until the season is over so it can be accurately graded with the benefit of hindsight, what the hell is the point of watching? When our team is playing well, we commend them. When they play like doo-doo, we call them out on the doo-doo play. That's not bandwagon fandom, it's a fluid passionate analysis that can and does evolve as the scenery changes. So, shut-up and let us be human, you elitist turds.

We know slumps happen. Spare us the unsolicited lecture. It's nauseatingly annoying. We know it's a long season. You think that cliche up yourself, Einstein? And you're right. If the Rays snap their losing streak and start playing better, the same fans that are ticked-off today will be tickled pink tomorrow. Does that make you feel smart? Piss off.

Where was I?

Right, the Rays. Five losses in a row is pathetic and inexcusable for a team this talented. Your feast or famine collective performance at the plate lately is embarrassing. Give the hitting coach a spanking, sacrifice a live chicken, sleep with your bats and give them a girl's name, cram a cow bell in your pants, whatever you have to do. Just get better and be consistent about it. And do it fast, only 51 gut-checks to go.

Leading the American league in strike-outs still didn't prevent Maddon from unnecessarily pointing out the painfully obvious.

"We've been striking out way too much."

Gold Joe, gold.

I'm no Karnak the Magnificent, but I can't in good conscience predict a post-season of any significance to a club who was one 9th inning hit away from becoming the only other team to get three no-hitters thrown against them in a single year since the Brooklyn Superbas in 1906 (good times, the first Victrola record player was manufactured that year).

RIP badass
Deja Vous? Let's hope to hell not. After giving the Tulsa Talons a woodshed ass-whuppin Saturday night, 68-38 at their own woodshed, our own Tampa Bay Storm return home for a do-over against their rat-bastard rival Orlando Predators for the American Conference Championship. Two weeks earlier, the Predators waltzed into the Forum and beat the snot out of the Storm both on and off the field (One player took a swing at a fan. You stay classy, Orlando). So, spit-shine the El Caminos and pack the house, Storm fans. The back-yard brawl atmosphere will be so thick, they're flying in Dalton to work security. Well worth the 75 cent playoff tickets. Don't eat the big white mint in the urinal.

Quicker Hits: Emmitt Smith apologizes to Gator Nation for leaving them out of his NFL HOF acceptance speech Saturday night complete with "Gator Chomp" (I'm not saying I'm a fan or anything, but my dog's name happens to be Emmitt. Coincidence? Spoiler Alert: No); proof that Tim Tebow doesn't and never has taken himself too seriously, the Bronco quarterback took his rookie hazing in good fun sporting his new "Friar Tuck dew" at training camp (Meanwhile, Cowboy rookie receiver Dez Bryant is still out with a high ankle sprain. Oh Karma, you wicked little bitch, you); and Keith Olbermann has been removed from NBC's Football Night in America. He blamed Bush.

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